It hailed on the way from Lake Nakuru to Masai Mara. Tiny, but vicious hailstones bombarded the pavement, bounced of it, and lived, if only for a few seconds, to make their mark. Can one really forget hail on the African Equator?!

Later, the sky cleared in a most heavenly way, with sun rays piercing fluffy but angry-looking clouds. It looked like maybe the messiah read the address wrong, and will be beamed down any moment now, only to be charged ninety dollars for a two-hour game drive, be forced to purchase “original tribal handcrafts”, and abandon the mission to redeem humanity.

The animal migration through the Masai Mara and Tanzania’s Serengeti must be a magnificent sight which I hope to see one day. But even when the zebra and wildebeest are not crossing the border by the millions, it’s still a splendid national park sporting a seemingly endless grassy savannah with its lazy lions and hopeful tourists peering out of pop-top minivans. To my surprise and enjoinment, nobody cared when I sat on the roof of my car for a better angle of a hyena den, and photographed half a dozen young pups playing till the sun went down.

Masai Mara, Kenya

Born in Ukraine, raised in Israel, and acquiring her higher education in the US, Sarit Reizin is proud to call herself a citizen of the world. However, to stay worthy of the title, she felt a nomadic lifestyle was in order, and in November 2005 left the comforts of the first world with no desire of coming back any time soon.